Jeff now sat on one side of me and Dad on the other. Dad said toJeff "Jeff I was wondering for my books I of course try to know mysubject matter as ...est I can in the smallest of detail as a good writershould"Jeff interrupted Dad with a smail and a wave of his hand. I know what youare about to ask Mike and I've read all of your books and Iknow theresearch you must have put into them and I can tell you that I would notdo any less" he cleared his throat and smiled at me. Of course I. Once that was laying by my skirt, and with Vikki already straining her tongue to get at me, I settled into a position that was almost comfortable. I was almost indecently eager, now that I was here, to find out how different women could taste. I’d given blowjobs to several different men now, and didn’t think I could tell a difference in taste. Women, it seemed, were different. A few tentative licks told me enough to answer my question. Vikki tasted different, not better or worse, but different. “When did you graduate?” I asked.“In 1975” He answered “Why do you ask?”“You were in my class!” I exclaimed.He looked at me closely. Then, that ugly, old, bald, wrinkled faced, fat-arsed, grey-haired, decrepit son-of-a-birch asked “Oh Really? What did you teach?”This group is compliments of a Friend of J & G.A man dies ‘in the act’ after taking Viagra and rigor mortis has set into his private parts.The funeral director can’t get the coffin lid nailed on and has to discuss the alternatives with. I slippedaway from the church when I became a teenager, and itshit-sure slipped away from me when I found out I wasgay…anyway, in the dream you ask me if I’m ready tobe baptized, and I say yes, and you pour a wholeshower of water all over me…”Nikki raised one eyebrow. “A whole shower?”“Yeah. And then I feel the spirit, and then I come.”“Excuse me?” Nikki licked her lips, no doubt because ofthe salt on the rim of the Margarita.